simple time management tool...

Have a look at this..  http://www.pomodorotechnique.com/book.html , it can be paper based...(with downloads (free) on the above website), or... there are many apps that help to do it...

Makes sense to me, & seems to be a general tool, rather than one tied to any particular job. Though it may only be suitable to some kinds of jobs. Seems like it will be good for me doing tax invoices & assignments. I guess we'll learn what it is applicable to, as we go.

Thanks, Lord, we'll use

such simple tools,

since now you choose

us to be "fools".

Fools for the Christ,

the childlike one,

with whom sufficed

Father's "Well done".

To use well his

time, & his stuff,

knowing it is

never enough

for this broken

world to love and

to hear, folk can

not understand,

what he made clear-

"He is no fool,

who lives quite near,

under God's rule"

For Love's great game

turns wishes to

commands, the same

as genie's lamps do.

I think we'll see

how tomato

timers can be

part of "the show".

Paul W.,

Cornerstone Comm-

-unity, who

points where we're from.

Head where He led

re. a brother whom we are trying to help reach his potential, to use well what God has planted inside him well. One aspect may be to pursue some training in Accounting..

Lord, help us please

to hear from you,

that we release

potential due

to grow from Matt

& to serve well

in this moment

the fight 'gainst hell,

and hellishness

that "finds... itself"

(self-centredness),

not hev'nly wealth.

Yet to funnel

this earthly stuff

for eternal

friendship's enough.

Amen.

member to full-fill leadership council

Lord, please grow your love
& truth in me more.
Your grace from above,
to shine out for sure.

That like Samu'el,
I, instinctively
might do my job well
in praying for the

people under me,
& those over too,
that they will clearly
honour & love you.

Then the ones between,
they still need you God,
so not small & mean,
they go where HE trod.

Trip to scarey spot

Trip for family
to unstable spot,
now we finally see
might work, but
might not.

Lord, this trip & we

are in your hands, to

do with as you see

fit; & "We love you!"

Whichever way things

go with it, we'll not

complain that this brings

chaos, for that's rot.

Our lack of trust in

you who shone the light

on dark & brooding

Earth, & breathed your life-

-breath into us would

be a treacherous act,

for we know (or should)

that you made a pact,

a cov-en-ant New,

through blood, sweat, & tears

of him who called to

us with "Have no fear!"-

-"For it is I" who

(seems to you some ghost)

walks through this storm to

bring God's will (no boast)!

But we will learn to

boast in nothing else

than this God/Man who

passed through death & hell's

great sep-ar-a-tion

to call dead to LIFE;

the reparation

of all curse & strife.

We are glad to say

like him, "Your will be

done" and every day

we'll rejoice in HE

who, won the battle,

has the victory,

is Light of the World,

and makes blind to see.

Amen.

out & about

God is "out & about" - all over the country-side!
My job is to enjoy the benefits of his work, & war, & "watch" for god (make use of the lens of the scriptures), & to pray;
to not fall into temptation.

He (like a wise parent) is leading me out (of my very small womb-world), one step/centimeter at a time! Trust him, oh, my soul, and do the next little thing he has given me. So that one day I really will be able to live in & control a permanent body.

God,

In all your world

your flag's unfurled,

joy sings hurray,

& life is hurled

into deserted

spots where hurted

Truth wins the day

though it's blood spurted..

& help me too:
to honour you
in what I say,
& what I do,

& how I be;
that in all three
more of your way
will shine through me.

                      Amen. 

a mate doing a job

Well Lord, you're the boss.

We want your honour

through our gain or loss.

Raise your flag on a..

..pole for all to see -

a brass-snake lifted

that works against he

who snakes his shifted

path down broad & wide

to other kingdoms,

on the other side,

You are our vision,

& in you we pride!

Please give your wisdom,

and a lis'ning ear,

to John, & vision,

to use well your gear.

Amen.

Sue’s Muse

My daughter Milly was back home on holidays for a few days. After we sent the school “kids” off & made a few phone calls, we realized that we'd missed community devotions this morning. So, we decided to have our own together in front of the heater. Milly read that story (from the end of Luke) about Jesus being taken before Pilate & accused etc. ..

• about the leaders of the people of God losing their integrity & concern for truth (in having already “bought” Judas & then) using the structure (meant [by god] to back up justice) in order to back up their jealousy & keep their power base intact...
•  about Mary & her friends who had seen 2 angels who had asked “Why are you looking for “THE LIVING ONE” in a cemetery?” & then said: “He is not here but raised up. Remember how he told you… Then they remembered Jesus’ words”
• about Jesus walking on the road to Emmaus with those two disciples, & calling them foolish & slow of heart to believe all that the prophets has spoken, & opening the scriptures to them, then feigning to go on walking. Would he have? (I asked. Milly said) “I think he actually had them wrapped round his little finger”
• about the two running back into town excitedly to tell the others, but too late, for they find the others just as excited & wanting to tell them that the Lord “has risen, & has appeared to Peter”, then Jesus appeared to them all as they puzzled & wondered & laughed & awed; so that then they also looked, & felt, & puzzled scars, & laughed etc…

Then, in the middle of our wonderment at their wonderment, a lady (Sue Hodge, whose husband is the Dean of our Burrabadine Mission Community) knocked on our door in gladness to pass on the happy news that she had found the key (to the yellow "ute") that was lost, (& which a number of us has searched for the day before). Sue announced that Russ had already gone off to his work..then she went off to work in town. It all coalesced into what I could call

“Sue’s Muse”

“Rejoice with me

I found the key;

looked for by the

comm-un-ity”

Rejoice with us

that key won't rust

or be quite lost

it's made reposte!

To those who sought

his death, & bought

his friend; life's fraught

with probs., & short!

So act, & buy

& shut your eye

& let the fly

in ointment lie...

But these who grieve:

sorrow won't leave,

yet they feel torn

to even mourn..

for 'twas his speech

& acts that reached

from years before

to now (& more)..

..and Hope was waked

of Life (Death slaked),

& from above

has shone his love.

Rejoice & trust!

The key found us..

so without fuss

I'll (work/team) with Russ!

tonight I received an email from the Strathalbyn Cornerstone Team in which one of the women asked us to please ... "

• pray that I may become a godly woman

• pray that I may become a key bearer of the kingdom for others."

God, help her please
to find those keys,
bear them with ease,
same way that Jes-
-us showed us how
for those about,
not with a pout,
clear as a shout!
Amen.

Oh U my Lord

Oh U my Lord,

U R adored

by all who've soared,

& have not stored

a treasure (fraud)

on earth4sord-

-id gain, but more d-

-id C they poured

their life & hoard

2 what's of gawd.

They won't B bored (!)

nor B ignored,

even through flawed.

He's our reward!

He gives a broad

(& sharpened) sword,

since we've implored

his help, & awed

(in 1 accord),

we stand (insured).

He now has roared!

My Lord, & Gawd!

with a future & a hope!

with a future & a hope! [1]

“At the cross-roads, there's Temora[2]

on the way down South” they mutter.

“It’s just an hour before a

place that sounds like it’s a stutter:

“Wagga”, with it’s own echo[3];

& Temora’s just above it,

five forty clicks from Melbourne’s show,

but the folk, around here love it.

It’s even less from Sydney’s town;

& right between Can-ber-ra’s mugs[4],

& Griffith (where Mackay went down

in history for exposing drugs[5]).

[At the cross-roads, there's Temora

on the South Highway to Melbourne,

between Griffith & Canberra

if you're from here you’re “well-born”.]

So it’s got a fair few choices

as to what road it’ll go down:

to join with Can-ber-ra’s “noises”[6] -

- to “pucker up”, & then to frown,-

(At the cross-roads, there's Temora

on the North Highway from Melbourne,

between Griffith & Canberra

if you're from here you’re “well-born”)

else get & serve the young folk, ‘n

expose what “stuffs up”, before a-

-nother generation’s broken -

- the WAY, for “A new Temora”!

---

[1]    Written on a visit to the  NSW township of Temora (pop. Approx. 6,000), where Laurie & Elvita McIntosh have retired (for now), after Laurie’s 30yrs of being the National Director of the Australian Christian Mission Order - Cornerstone Community, during the 2012 Cornerstone Members’ Men’s conference. By Paul Walker.

[2]    On the N-S Highway between Brisbane & Melbourne, with Canberra about 2 hr to the E & Griffith about 2 hr to the W. Temora has many well-to-do retirees, with choices about how to live the last years of their lives.

[3]    Properly called “Wagga Wagga” and about 100km south of  Temora

[4]    The naïve, self-serving “politicians”(this is in contrast with men like Donald Mackay), not any honest leaders who do give their all.

[5]    1977 saw Donald Mackay murdered by the Mafia, for exposing the drug scene in & around Griffith. (a shock to many Australians who could not believe that we could have stooped so low & have given the Mafia such a stronghold.) Interesting to note who could (& did) step up to the task of following through, even to their own disadvantage, in serving others who were more vulnerable than themselves. They followed a prior model.

[6]    Those who spruke about leading us into the future, yet who treat their own inherited understanding of “life” (as something which only makes sense in the context of a bigger dimension) as something they are embarrassed about, & as superfluous to the new generation who are dying for the lack of it. In Manning Clark's words, he implied that when we throw off the kingdom of God, we  “become bored survivors on Bondi Beach, citizens of the kingdom of nothingness”. 

thinking of a faithful man

SMS to a blessed brother who has been faithful to his wife and sons & people around him, to reflect the life and attitudes of the Lord Jesus. Just thinking of him.

____, go well2day;
with Ur sons&wife,
acquaintances may
share with U God's life,
under heaven's view
as the story goes,
under Jesus 2:
Love's Rule2disclose

Other things

Other things[1]

“Other things” come into play

quite often, as we’ve heard;

like that talk that Black-Stump day,

when none would suit this bird, (points towards Camille).

until that boy, “The Lauchlan”,

walked right into the room;

then she realized that Lauchlan

Valley, she’d just come from,

and Lauchlan River ran past

not far from where she lived;

“The Lauchlan Spell” was just cast,

and “other things” had “gived”.

Lauchly & Camille tonight

have both become “our Kings”

not “King & Queen” (as seems right),

because of “other things”.

“Other things” come from above

and catch us by surprise

like a child’s or spouse’s love,

- right here before our eyes!

---

[1] On the occasion of Lauchlan & Camille King’s wedding at their breakfast, Saturday night 28/4/2012. We’d just heard stories from Les & Sophie about Lauchy & Camille’s first notices & meetings at Black-Stump etc, & witnessed what another guest said to me was the most beautiful wedding (& reception)  he’d ever seen.

A story of a ppalling life [1].. PART ONE

A     story     of     a  ppalling    life [1].. PART ONE

(PART TWO is due on Sun 07 June 2015)

One day a man and woman

met on this planet earth,

-lives joined, they started bloomin’,

and  “Paul” was named at birth.

Then as their other children

came out to bloom as well

(in what could be  garden,

or else could be a hell)..

..the garden rang with calling,

and singing was there too,

and one (who’d carried Paul in)

played organ, or kazoo!

The one who could not sing much,

tried too, to sing along,

it might've lacked special touch,

but always, it was song.

And when the generations

got old & others came,

they had their lamentations,

and sometimes even blamed.

The father & the mother

they loved each daughter, son,

there’s nothing that they ’druther

than see them grow, each one.

And now the songs are growing,

they’re coming thick & fast

And I think there’s a knowing …

..it’s gonna be a blast!

---

[1] A poem on My Life’s Story  (a topic suggested by Jo May.. at the family BBQ break-up Mon 21/Nov/2011) - PART 1

I look up to you

Psalm 123:1-4 GNT (with additions by PW)

Lord, I look up to you,
up to heaven, where you rule.

As a servant depends on his master,
as a maid depends on her mistress,
so we will keep looking to you, O Lord our God,
until you have mercy on us.

As an athlete depends on his trainer,
as a baby depends on her mother,
so we will keep looking to you, O Lord our God,
until you have mercy on us.

As apprentices depend on their tradesmen
as a flower depends on the falling rain
so we will keep looking to you, O Lord our God,
until you have mercy on us.

Be merciful to us, Lord, be merciful;
we have been treated with so much contempt.

We have been mocked too long by the rich
and scorned by proud oppressors.

recording of music available for this psalm... ask me. Paul W.

In response to Henry & Jo's request for prayer for Jo's health & Henry's patience.18/4/12


God, we join with Henry:
please give him Ur patience;
hear quickly others' plea,
strangers/ friends/ relations...
responding with only
Christ's communications.

And God we join with Jo,
Ur daughter whom you sent
to live as "wife", and know,
and be known, where she went.
That Ur Life and Health go
through her to where it's meant.

Prayers with Henry & Jo.,
that Paul Walker has dreamt.